Ah yes, Waiting for Godot. Required reading in my freshman English class at Penn State. Made worse by the fact that it was a Saturday morning class. Don't ask me why I scheduled it that way.
The professor made the mistake of asking the class what their honest opinions were of WFD. I made the mistake of giving my honest opinion - that it made no sense, had no plot, and was a total waste of my time. Methinks that was likely NOT the answer he was seeking. I blame it on a hangover.
About 7-8 years ago, I went back an re-read it, this time with a better understanding of existentialism and what to expect. I found it to be a great play and thoroughly enjoyed it. My what a difference 40 years make.
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